Her Baby’s Not My Husband's - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

Morning sunlight spilled through my hotel window as I shot Isaac a text—short, sharp, and to the point: "See you at the court. Don't be late."
When I arrived, he was already there, pacing by the entrance like a caged animal. His hair was a mess, his suit wrinkled—clearly, he hadn't slept. He avoided my eyes as we went through the divorce formalities, his usual arrogance replaced by eerie compliance. No arguments, no theatrics. Just silent, robotic signatures.
Then came the moment the divorce certificates landed in our hands. That crisp white paper felt heavier than I'd expected. Isaac's fingers trembled as he took his copy, but just as I turned to leave, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen—and his face went bone-white.
"No… this can't be…" His voice cracked.
The certificate slipped from his grip, fluttering to the ground.
"Fired? I've been fired?!" He stared at the notification like it was a death sentence.
I paused, watching the realization gut him. The golden boy attorney, the man who'd built his ego on success, was unraveling in real time. Suddenly, he whirled and grabbed my arm, his grip crushing. "Lola, did you do this?" Panic clawed at his words. "Why? Do you have any idea what I sacrificed for this career? How dare you tear it all down!"
I wrenched free and leveled him with a glare. "Your career? Don't make me laugh. How many checks did my father write to grease your path? How many favors did I call in for opportunities you'd never have earned on your own?" My voice dripped ice. "You built nothing, Isaac. Everything you had was handed to you. And now you've lost it—just like you lost me."
His mouth flapped open, but before he could speak, another notification chimed. He looked down—and his face twisted in horror.
"Jessica… can't have kids?" he whispered, as if the words burned his tongue.
I saw the exact second it hit him. His shock curdled into rage, and he took off like a shot, bolting from the courthouse.
I followed at a stroll, curious to see the fireworks. Jessica was still bedridden, pale and fragile from her complications. When Isaac stormed in, her face lit up—then crumpled at the fury in his eyes.
"Jessica!" he roared. "What the hell is this? You're barren and you didn't tell me?!"
She flinched, her voice a fragile thread. "Isaac, I… I didn't know how—"
"Bullshit!" He slammed a fist into the mattress. "You've ruined me! First my marriage, now my future—and you're useless too?!"
Her tears spilled over. "I love you—"
He grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard. The slap came next, sharp as a gunshot, leaving a red handprint on her cheek.
"Love?" he spat. "You're a curse."
That's when I stepped in, heels clicking like a countdown. Both froze, guilt and fear twisting their faces.
"Thought I'd drop off a parting gift," I said, handing Isaac an envelope.
He tore it open, scanned the page—and his breath hitched. "You… this is a lie!" He waved the paper wildly. "You fabricated this!"
I arched a brow. "Really? Then explain why every fertility test says the same thing: You're the infertile one. Not me. You."
His knees buckled. He collapsed into a chair, the truth hitting him like a sledgehammer. Jessica snatched the report, her hands shaking. When she read it, her tears turned to fury.
"You were the problem?" she screeched. "All this time, you blamed Lola?!"
Her sobs filled the room as Isaac buried his face in his hands.
I adjusted my sleeve, flicking away invisible dust. "Well. I'll leave you two to… work it out. You're perfect for each other."
With that, I turned and walked out, my heels echoing down the hall like a closing ###Chapter. Behind me, Isaac's howls of rage and despair chased after me—but I didn't look back.